(My creative writing teacher asked us what our dream job was when we were kids. This was mine.)

Destroying every
pink ribbon
Fluffy dress
glass slipper
Destroying the
long hair he climbs from
And the castle shes locked in
Along with her
No more pincesses.
No more
annoying,
Little
Girls
With hopes of having
God mothers
Taking them to the
Ball
Finding their
Prince charming
he doesn’t exist
He will never exist
Destroying
Every dream
By destroying it’s source
Annihilating
Any pink attire to cross my path
Princess destroyer